Eat Your Heart Out — текст песни (Lords Of The New Church)

(Bator/James)
Listen. A black ride on rodeo drive in your Fiorucci jeans.
You know it`s nice when it`s just like ice. When it`s sucked
so dry. Chelsea girl in romantic frills. Make sure that you`re
seen. Freudian slips on suburban hips. I`m gonna make you cry.
Your T.V. set just fades away `causa some kinda static like me.
Your daddy ain`t nowhere around. He ain`t paying your bills.
Skeletons are coming all down from the attic for tea. Your doktor
ain`t nowhere around. He ain`t curing your ills. Get your
girlfriend to make it three. We gotta keep it clean. Play it
safe in your private room. Outta magazines. You think you put
the X in sex, ah honey you`re so mean. You think you`re slick
- you know you`re so slick. You don`t need vaseline.
Shut up and sit down. Rich bitch - eat your heart out.